Final Fantasy 7 - The sentry Objective CHAPTER 2 - Search and Die
quickly - a little too quickly. As Zymon spun to look at his
clock, which read 5:04 AM, he heard it again. SLAM! This
time he jerked up and looked around, a little wide-eyed. The
sound was amazingly loud, but it didnt sound near. He
jumped out of his bed, still in his boxers, and ran outside. He
glanced to the Seventh Heaven, peering in a window. He could make
out Barret and Cloud in there... Marlene was standing next to
Barret. Barret was trifling with Cloud over something...
stopped bickering. Zymon thought nothing of it and went back
inside. Theyre crazy... he thought. He knew what
they were doing: planning to detonate the next reactor in Sector
2. He wanted to talk to Barret. He couldnt though. He was
afraid of him. The man was huge, impatient, dangerous, and had an
eight-barrel machine gun grafted on his arm. Any sane person
would stay clear the insane. And Barret was definitely that, in
Zymons own view.
We walked in his
house and shut the door. Not more than five seconds later, he
heard it once more. SLAM! Followed by heavy boots
trampling down the way. He brought his head up. Theyre
doing it now, huh? I guess I can get my papers without having to
go through him.
He quickly put on
a pair of pants and a dusty gray button down shirt with long
sleeves. He put his boots on and dashed to the Seventh Heaven,
hoping to talk to Tifa more about their projects. He
opened the door to see only Marlene wiping down the tables. His
immediate thought was that she was in the back. Tifa! You
here? he asked aloud.
went with papa and the others, Mr. Quintin, said Marlene.
Zymon slumped his shoulders a bit. Say what? he
wanted to go with them. She said.
should have known by the smirk on her face last night...
picked up your papers for you.
you... so youre here by yourself, huh? Is that why you
leanred the full nelson last night?
She wanted me to be prepared!
was good of her.
Marlene got him
his papers from the back and brought them back to him. He didnt
bother staying for a drink. He was in no mood for that. As he
walked out the door of the Seventh Heaven, something caught his
eye Shinra guards! That one moment, a race of images and
thoughts rushed into his head. Why are they here? Do they know
where I live? Are they here because of the explosion? Thatd
be even worse. Maybe I should run... no theyd spot that!
Better stay calm... look casual... and dont look in their
down his head. The Shinra guards never bothered coming into the
main Sector Slums before! They usually stayed on the roads
leading from one Sector to another, or on the upper city plates.
Finally, he got
up his nerve and walked like he normally would. The guards were
about 20 yards away, and would have to look rather keenly to
notice him. They were eying everyone passing by, but not very
carefully. Maybe he could just walk past them... if they saw him;
he knew damn well theyd shoot on sight just for the bounty.
Zymon got to his
house, walking past his only window next to his door; he glanced
in like he normally would. Almost like a reflex, he ducked down
at the sight of blue in his home. SHIT! Am I that nervous??
Why did I do that!?
It was then that
he also noticed that his door handle had been torn off. Very,
very slowly, he crept his head up and peered in the bottom of the
window. Sure enough, two Shinra soldiers were searching his
house! Hed always made extra sure he was good and prepared
for moments like this. But as any fugitive knows, you NEVER feel
safe. A new slew of images raced through his mind...
interrogation, torture, sitting in that terrible gas chamber,
waiting like an impounded dog to die miserably, with a camera
pointing in his face for spectators to enjoy. His eyes widened,
and he clenched his fists. He looked back in the window, checking
over the soldiers. One had a gun hanging on his back. The other
was searching his bathroom, too out sight to examine. The soldier
with the gun suddenly moved over to the desk.
I guess they
saved that for last so they could take longer... he thought.
Although it was illegal, it was quite common for Shinra soldiers
to prolong search and seizure so they could steal a few choice
items in the location. Zymon didnt have much in the line of
stealing. He kept his money on him at all times, and nothing too
valuable. The only thing that really worried him was the desk...
the things he hid there could make those disturbing thoughts
other soldier came out, apparently having used the bathroom. Thats
when Zymon noticed he left his gun in the bathroom!
Probably to lighten the load on his back for a bit. Silly
bastard. He thought. While they continued searching, Zymon
ran into his neighbors Supply Store. Zymon wasnt used
to this, but hed done it a few times when he locked himself
out of the house. Running up the stairs, there was a hole in the
floor created by rats. It was huge, big enough for him to squeeze
through and enter the house through his bathroom. Climbing down
on top of his sink, he noticed the soldiers gun hanging by
its trigger on his towel hook. He grabbed it and snuck out the
door, heading for his closet, which they left open. Peering out,
he knew he couldnt fire the gun... the noise would signal
the other guards. The armed soldier was still looking around his
desk, going through all the drawers. He was becoming impatient.
on, dammit! There must be something here worth taking! the
soldier hissed out.
poor people... the other guard cruelly said, as if he was
Had they just
been looking for stuff to take? Zymon laughed in his mind. Well
theyre looking in the wrong spot.
soldier bent down, checking underneath the desk. Zymon was
getting nervous again, hoping he didnt find the loose piece
of wood leading to his envelope. He probably wont... but
I still cant take the chance. Ive got five years of
work in that envelope.
Zymon crept out
of the closet too the unarmed guard, thinking about grabbing him.
That thought was quickly erased, as Shinra soldiers didnt
give a damn about one another. If he had to, the armed soldier
would kill them both. Instead, he crept to his kitchen and
grabbed his broken steak knife off the stove. Ever so quietly he
crept to the back of the unarmed guard. And, with the butt of the
gun, slammed the soldier in the back of the head. The guard
soldier crashed to the ground with a loud thump. All at once,
Zymon somersaulted behind his torn up armchair as the armed
soldier swung around and pointed his gun. Not bothering with his
partner, the guard paced toward the chair, gun ready. One step,
another, another, another. Zymon was becoming tense in his plan.
He one the floor, lying on his back, with his feet up against the
back of the armchair.
thought, Zymon shoved at the back of the armchair as hard he
could. Startled, the soldier tried to jump back. Too late though.
The chair fell over on him. Zymon got on top and forced all the
weight he could on it. The gun was knocked from his hand, lying
about two feet away. The soldiers wrist was trapped under
the chair, and the weight cut off his circulation. Zymon didnt
bother thinking. He took the steak knife and slit the soldiers
throat, digging deep. Blood spattered from the neck and onto
Zymons shirt. Leaving the knife lodged in the body, he
grabbed the other gun shoved the desk over. He grabbed the yellow
envelope. The last thing he took was his long gray trench coat.
He put it on and threw his new guns and the envelope in the coat,
and locked his arms over it to keep them in. As he left, he hoped
that the other three guards wouldnt notice that it was too
warm for the coat...
swiftly towards his store, located right next door to his home.
He walked in and started grabbing his stash of Materia. Might as
well keep it, since staying there was risky. The soldiers hadnt
gotten to the store yet, but it was probably their next goal. He
loaded the whole lot of his stash in a brown bag and headed out.
Next he went
toward Seventh Heaven, staying behind the makeshift buildings as
much as he could. Then he thought: would my going in there put
Marlene at risk? Damn! Maybe I shouldnt go in there.
It was too late. By the time he came back,
he was already standing in the Seventh Heaven bar. Well, to
hell with it.
Can you hide me!
Marlene muttered. She was glancing inexplicably toward the
pinball machine. She sounded nervous, like deciding whether or
not hiding Zymon was a good idea.
he pleaded with her. Marlene saw the fright on his face, and gave
alright! I think its okay, Marlene said. Go
stand in front of the pinball machine.
he said. Well, okay...
He did as he was told, wondering how that
could provide good hiding. Marlene dashed to the machine and
pulled a lever in the back. Zymon felt the machine and himself
shake, and suddenly lower. The whole section of floor was moving
downward. Zymon looked on curiously as a new room was revealed.
off quickly! Marlene said from above. He did so, and the
platform started moving back up again. Just stay in there
for a while! he heard her say before the platform once
again concealed the room.